"You alone, defeated and annihilated our thousand men?"
Even Qi Junsong, who had immersed his heroic spirit as a general in the realm of governmental affairs, drenched in liquor, now felt a sense of utter despair and humiliation, wishing he could end his own life in an instant.
One man breaking through a thousand troops.
Why must such a person be an enemy of our nation!
The silver-haired man, watching this scene from afar, could not help but acknowledge it.
The expression on his face unconsciously relaxed significantly.
"But no exaggeration."
However, Li Guanyi replied, "Not one person, but two."
Qi Junsong subconsciously asked, "What?"
He then saw the young man riding the Qilin move forward a few steps and on the cliff to one side, the silver-haired young girl was holding what was called 'the banner,' which was actually a red piece of cloth provided by the Gongsun Family, now tied to the trees on the mountain.
